Life On High
Slow
on low
it’s rising
in the oven.
I’ll spice up each bite,
I’m baking borrowed time.
Setting myself up to watch
what happens as the heat’s turned up.
Enjoy not having the same taste twice,
life on high changes moment to moment.
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